god i love this song...
the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight...
if i wasnt sitting on this coach updating my livejournal id swear i was floating face up in a pool of water... thats how i feel... how better to explain the feeling... its like im floating... Im staring at the stars and letting it all wash over me...
only nine more days and thomas leaves... i remember when this first started and august seemed so far away... and here it is... i wonder what it will be like the first night i know he is 2500 miles away.... maybe i wont have time to think about it, my new life in fremont starts when he leaves... i spend so much time with him i dont have to think about fremont... new school... making new friends...
I register for my classes monday. I get my desk and cable internet friday.
Something is bugging me and i really dont know what it is... im not sad or depressed but something is definetly off... i feel lonely... utterly alone... I dont like my job. I hate it when people call me emo... im not emo... i dont fucking cry when i see a plastic bag floating in the wind... i just vent in my lj about stuff that bugs me or when i think to much i dont want to keep it in anymore...
I wonder who would have showed up at my funeral if i had died in that car crash... Im going swimming.
if i wasnt sitting on this coach updating my livejournal id swear i was floating face up in a pool of water... thats how i feel... how better to explain the feeling... its like im floating... Im staring at the stars and letting it all wash over me...
only nine more days and thomas leaves... i remember when this first started and august seemed so far away... and here it is... i wonder what it will be like the first night i know he is 2500 miles away.... maybe i wont have time to think about it, my new life in fremont starts when he leaves... i spend so much time with him i dont have to think about fremont... new school... making new friends...
I register for my classes monday. I get my desk and cable internet friday.
Something is bugging me and i really dont know what it is... im not sad or depressed but something is definetly off... i feel lonely... utterly alone... I dont like my job. I hate it when people call me emo... im not emo... i dont fucking cry when i see a plastic bag floating in the wind... i just vent in my lj about stuff that bugs me or when i think to much i dont want to keep it in anymore...
I wonder who would have showed up at my funeral if i had died in that car crash... Im going swimming.